woke the other morning to the words from Sara Groves‘ song “It’s going to be alright.”
“it’s going to be…alright…
it’s…going to be… alright…
just when you cannot…
then I will hold out faith…for you”
swept, washed in comfort,
repelling, dispelling, silencing
encroaching doubt, fear, uncertainty.
air alive with possibility.
hosts of angels
whispers of Truth
searing, certain, relentless comfort of God
rending the dark
lighting up the inside.
“Thus founded upon the rock of Christ, when storm
and tempest beat against this sure foundation, you,
safely sheltered in the strong tower of hope, faith, and
Love, are God’s nestlings; and He will hide you in His
feathers till the storm has passed. Into His haven of
Soul there enters no element of earth to cast out angels,
to silence the right intuition which guides you safely
home.” Miscellaneous Writings by Mary Baker Eddy
where is Love’s voice not present?
where anywhere is Love’s hand not at work?
quiet, resistless fingers disentangle darkness.
roads to Damascus everywhere.
it’s going to be alright.